It became acutely aware to Andy in that moment…the differences between him and Leonidas. He was a traveler, he had a thirst now for exploration and discovery, but Leonidas was a wanderer. He’d never be chained, at least not figuratively, to any place or any person. The thought of that had Andy feeling sick. The idea of another person laying their hands on the man in front of him after they parted ways was almost enough for him to flee. The idea of them even parting ways…
Andy hadn’t been looking for this. He hadn’t bargained for it, and he had no contingency plan.
“Fine,” he conceded, pulling his borrowed sweat pants down to reveal his cock, which was already well on its way to erect.
Traitor.
Leonidas licked his lips and opened his mouth.
Andy closed the space between them, and he folded his hands together behind his back.
“Suck it then,” he grunted, his cock bobbing, “Like you wanted.”
Leonidas groaned and inclined his head, coming closer and taking Andy into his mouth. Andy nearly doubled over, bracing his hands on the walls, his head dipped and bowed above Leonidas. He watched the way Leonidas’s curls bobbed and floated around his head as he worked his mouth around the length of Andy’s dick, and he did his best to not shoot on the spot when Leonidas’s nose met the trimmed patch of hair that surrounded the root of him.
Leonidas made a humming sound, then pulled back, pressing his lips tight around Andy’s flared crown, then back down he went. He sucked Andy in earnest, and when Andy’s balls were growing tight and painful, Leonidas blinked up at him, then stretched his mouth wider.
Andy’s cock slipped deeper, the tip brushing against the back of Leonidas’s throat, and he came. His fingers gouged the peeling paint of the art studio wall, his cock emptying in the back of Leonidas’s mouth.
He stared up at the ceiling, counting to five and waiting for his legs to stop shaking. Leonidas leaned away, letting Andy’s cock slip out of his mouth and he picked up the wine, taking a healthy swallow.
This man was indecent.
“Come down here and kiss me,” Leonidas murmured. “If that’s something you want to do.”
Andy lowered himself to his knees and slammed their mouths together. He could taste the rich berry bouquet of the merlot and the salty musk of his orgasm, and he licked all the flavors out of Leonidas’s mouth with pleasure.
“Please,” Leonidas whispered around the intrusion of Andy’s tongue. He took Andy’s hand and guided it down to between his legs, then moved his hands behind his back. His cock was hard and twitching, stretching the limits of his sweats. Andy pulled the waistband down and grabbed him roughly, using his thumb to swirl Leonidas’s precum around his shaft.
It didn’t take long, just a few strokes, and Leonidas was coming into Andy’s palm. They kissed through it all, Leonidas pouring his sighs and whimpers into Andy’s mouth like they were an offering, and when his orgasm was through, Andy didn’t take his hand away. He kept moving, kept jacking him off, until Leonidas’s whimpers turned to rough squeals. His hands stayed behind his back and his body tensed, fighting against the pain that Andy was giving him.
The acceptance, the allowance Leonidas offered him was heavy, and Andy released him, digging his sticky fingers into his leg to stop himself from taking Leonidas further. He didn’t know much about the formalities of these things, but he did know there were meant to be limits, discussions, safewords.
They’d had none of that.
“Don’t stop,” Leonidas pleaded, returning Andy’s hand to his erection. “Take what you want.”
“Little lion,” he whispered, closing his fist around the hot shaft of skin.
Leonidas rumbled his approval, and Andy gripped him so tight his knuckles strained from the pressure. Leonidas winced, but took it all. He seemed to enjoy it, his dark cheeks flushing crimson and his nostrils flaring every time Andy reached his tip.
“Do you have another for me?”
Leonidas nodded, rough and jerky movements of his head.
Andy liked him like this. He liked Leonidas when he was wild and bold and crawling all over him with his lips sealed against the side of his throat, but this…with Leonidas on his knees, his muscles straining and quaking to hold him up, to keep his hands behind his back like Andy had told him.
This man was a fucking work of art, and Andy understood what it meant now to fall in love at first sight. He fell in love at first sight, and second, and third, and had no doubt he would continue to fall past a hundred, a thousand…
Leonidas’s pained groan was the only warning he had, then a dribble of cum slicked between his fingers. Leonidas tumbled forward, his forehead landing against Andy’s shoulder and he shook, grunting and begging until Andy let him go.
Andy raised his arms, wrapping them slowly around Leonidas’s back. He pulled him closer, pulled them both down, until Andy was cross-legged on the cold concrete floor and Leonidas half nestled in his lap. He stroked his sticky fingers over the goose bumps that peppered Leonidas’s back and sides, not slowing the steady cadence of it until Leonidas’s body had stopped jerking with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
Leonidas shifted onto his back, bending his legs at the knees and letting his arms fall open wide on either side of him. His head was safe in the crook of Andy’s lap, and his face flushed from exertion. He let out an audible breath and smiled, his eyes falling closed.
“I think you’re a dream,” Leonidas murmured, his eyes closing.
A look of peace and exhaustion settled over his face and Andy watched him for the longest time. He watched him until he worried that Leonidas might have dozed off in his lap. His right foot fell asleep, but he didn’t dare move, he didn’t dare disturb this moment.
